John 3:8 The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.
Here again,
Gone again,
And there it goes.
It makes the trees speak
And the waters ripple,
It tires the mountain
And crushes the land.
Gentle caresses
In the blowing of hair,
To wreak devastation
And despair.
Unharnessed forever and
Forever free,
The wind and the Spirit
Untarnished will be.
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